

A Stage in the Shadows
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There's a stage in the shadows
Lost somewhere beyond
Below and cold
Re-animated bones
Dance and sway
To a hymn of old
...A melody we shall all come to know
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In the darkness we all sing
A sweetly haunting melody
From a stage in the shadows
My future ghost sings
A song just like a haunting
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Sing a song for the living
Sing a song for the dead
Slumber awaits in your death bed
For the shadows know
That on death's stage below
Lies in wait one final show
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Rotting mains moan & rattle my song
From a collapsing stage
Lost somewhere beyond
It echos through the breeze in the night
Sung back to me by an owl in moonlight
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All I Want is Everything
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It's still me and I see this world will go on and change
With or without me
A bit more poisoned I feel like a kid that's as tired as an old man and twice as jaded
I cannot let go of aspirations even though the time has come and gone and I sure as hell didn't make it
But if ever I get another shot hell will be a cold and icy place and I sure as hell will take it
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All I want is to sing my songs and play
See the world and kick the shit out'a every new day
Shake new hands and make the whole place sing
All I want is everything
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It's still me and it will be, my drive will not die
Till my flesh turns to dust and I'm gone
From this world and from the pain
And all that's left is a song
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All I want is to sing my songs and play
See the world and kick the shit out'a every new day
Shake new hands and make the whole place sing
All I want is everything
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Always a Song
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When the cracks began to form and spread
Through my heart and through my head
The lights grow dim and so distant
There were songs to explain it all
The chords convey each expression
A lyric to quote for each hard lesson
When shit went down and all seemed wrong
There was always a song
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My stereo takes me back through time
The good, the bad, the days that defined
Me and my life, what is lost and gone
For each and every memory there's always a song
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Now the frost is forming on everything
The cold cuts through to kill memories of spring
And there are times
I feel I can't remember a god damned thing
And then Tony Sly sings...
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My stereo takes me back through time
The good, the bad, the days that defined
Me and my life, what is lost and gone
For each and every memory there's always a song
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Bring it Back to Rosa
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The day is done
The work week is through
So tired of the same
It's about time for something new
But this old town's the same
Night after day
And they keep closing the venues
We used to go and watch the bands play
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Bring the music back to Rosa
She's growing old and grey
I wanna hear a real band
Not some cheap, two bit half ass DJ
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So tired of the bar scene
The same old high price drinks
We all go anyway
Seems no one ever stops to think
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Bring the music back to Rosa
She's growing old and grey
I wanna hear a real band
Not some cheap, two bit half ass DJ
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It seems when there's a band
They're only playing at the command
Of the pub owner who only wants to sell booze
And with watered down covers you'll never discover
Music that's actually new
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Bring the music back to Rosa
She's growing old and grey
I wanna hear a real band
Not some cheap DJ
Not some fuckin' DJ
Not another DJ
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Bruises Over Broken Bones
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Outside isn't pretty
Inside is worse, you know
Fractured, broken and fading
Like bruises over broken bones
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...Broken bones, bruises over broken bones
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I don't know what happened
I don't know where she lost her way
Her demons came 'a callin'
And god damn you know they stayed
I know there was potential
I fought so hard to bring
But she set it all on fire
And burned down everything
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...Broken bones, bruises over broken bones
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I'm not saying I did everything right
I'm not saying I'm not pretty broken inside
All I'm saying is I with you had really tried
To bring to light the beauty that you used to have inside
Now there's only...
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...Broken bones, bruises over broken bones
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Combatant
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Please stop talking to me cause I cannot hear a word
Your speech, it seems, is jargon
And your vision is so blurred
You boast about our freedom and then you regulate away
And send the cops to shut us down each time we try and play
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I won't do the things you want me to do
I don't ever need to listen to you
I can run my own life and your life is a lie
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Vilified, it builds our anger
We see the warning signs
Kill opposition, rape the land
Indoctrinate our minds
Building speed, a downhill slope
Embracing tyranny
And filling coffins with our youth
Who've seen all they can be
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I won't do the things you want me to do
I don't ever need to listen to you
I can run my own life and your life is a lie
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Competent
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I don't trust your judgement over my own
And what is encased in my skull is my own
...Not yours
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They try and take my
Take my decisions
Looking out for my safety as if you could do that better than me
But it ain't like that
Your logic's only a trap
It renders you helpless, you expect others to do what you should do for yourself
Better than anyone else
...For yourself
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I don't need your guiding hand
Nor do I care if you don't understand
I don't need your guidance
Cause I know I am competent
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I don't trust your judgement over my own
And what is encased in my skull is my own
...Not yours
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I don't need your guiding hand
Nor do I care if you don't understand
I don't need your guidance
Cause I know I am competent
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I Know
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Some days I feel I can do anything
Some days I want to hide away
Some days I feel I can take on the world
Do anything and do it my way
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I know, it doesn't work out that way
I know, you gotta keep chipping away
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I can't help but sit and dream
Of all that I intend to be
I set my sight so high it burns my eyes
The calendar turns and life slips on by
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I know, it doesn't work out that way
I know, you gotta keep chipping away
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Black Wings
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You ever feel like you're bound in chains
Kept from sustenance, locked away
Like there's just no way to make it right
These black wings long to take to the night
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The coastal air sets this heart alight
The waves thunder a siren's song in the night
Let me feel the night sky beneath these wings
For what keeps us going is everything
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The moon's light falls on giants of old
Who's stretching arms drop leaves of gold
To soil that holds tight hallowed bones
Not a soul alive today will ever know
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I need to breathe, I need to keep
These dreams alive to help me sleep
To keep the hate and pain at bay
Maintain pursuit of better days
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Let these black wings take to flight
To find the fire that lights the night
To find the path that feels true
We shed the past and we start anew
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Perspective
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Fridays are always better than Mondays
Unless you don't work Mondays at all
Circumstances give all things unique perspective
And perspective can make you feel so small
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I carry a light in my soul and try shine it
Into the darkest corners spill the flame and ignite
My view of the world turns so bleak at times that I can
Hardly summon a smile till I feel the cool of night
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Keep on waiting!
For these tired tides to turn
Keep on searching!
For the fuel I need to burn
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I think about the stars and their burning cores and see that
The things that they consist of are what's inside of me
And if they can burn bright goddamnit I'll shine too
I will push on through the tough times
Feel and breathe what I must do
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Fridays are always better than Mondays
Unless you don't work Mondays at all
Circumstances give all things unique perspective
And perspective can make you feel so small
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The poor men watch the rich man, wish they had that luxury
The rich man sees the poor men & he thinks they're living free
You may gripe because your team lost but when you hear the loss & pain
The morning paper brings, it's hard to look at it the same
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Keep on waiting!
For these tired tides to turn
Keep on searching!
For the fuel I need to burn
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When you're lonely you wish for someone & you wish so goddamn bad
But then you get tied up and miss the freedom that you had
It can all be so maddening, can seem a large burden but
Here is some perspective, it don't mean shit in the end
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Punk Rock & Blood
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My heart it runs
On punk rock and blood
My mind's a mesh of songs
That at times becomes a flood
It sweeps me away
Carries me out to sea
Where I rock and drift along
In a fog of memories
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They make me smile
While they rip at my guts
Good times I never knew I'd miss so much
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These songs were there
20 years later they're still here
I'll forever sing along forever keep them near
I still get excited like a kid at Christmas
When I find new music that'll make me feel like this
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Music that makes me smile
While it rips at my guts
Music with heart and soul, yeah
I could never get enough
And the memories, they make me smile
While they rip at my guts
Good times I never knew I'd miss so much